Dark Cacao Cookie Novels & Stories

Heat warmed my cheeks, carrying embarrassment that quickly faded when Sarah herself erupted in a fit of wet coughing. When I finally managed to stop, I realized I felt different. There was this odd sensation dancing along my skin, like little bursts of electricity. As they burrowed deep, they melted into a blissful numbness that had my shoulders drooping and eyelids growing heavy. Goddess, what was this stuff? Coop rolled his head my way, “Nice, isn’t it? It’s official name is Dark Matter. Think of it as the magical version of weed. It’s blessed by a witch with an earth affinity, so it’s extra potent.”

He removed her black hair from her neck and she shivered when his lips touched her skin. "Why?" She breathed out when his hand traveled to her neck. "Because I like Darkness..." He turned her around and slammed against the wall. His hand caressed her neck and slowly stopped on her breasts. Veronica moaned and bit her lips when he squeezed it over her top. His eyes traveled on her erotic face. Red flushed cheeks, desperate lips and unstable breathing. Her boobs fit in his hand perfectly. His thumb set her lower lip free from tortures of her teeth and caressed it with his tongue. Her nails dug in his back when he massaged her breasts and dominated her mouth with his tongue. It drew muffled moa

I looked at him "I...I saw a girl who looks like me but she's....she's different she was in the alley everything was dark when she was on the ground when a guy who looks...looks like you came toward her. She was telling you about your red. They were red just like..just like they were. I told him. Locus fixed his attention on me and began moving toward me. I slowly crawled backwards. It's not because she was afraid of what she saw but because my heart was beating louder than ever, I was scared that Locus would hear my heartbeat because of how loud it was. When my back hit the wall he was inches away from me so I could feel his minty warm breath on my face. "What..what are you doing?" I asked,

"What's with that expression? You'd think you found a cockroach in my cake." I pointed at the tablet. "That video right there is making me sick. Aren't you going to compensate me?" He smiled—a nice smile, easy and unforced—and added an extra cake to my tray. "Compensate? Of course. New recipe, on the house. Dark chocolate with sea salt caramel. Let me know what you think." I didn't argue. Took the cake and took a bite. It was incredible.

The penthouse suite overlooking the Los Angeles skyline was dimly lit, heavy curtains drawn against the afternoon sun. Don Salvador sat in a leather armchair, a glass of aged scotch in hand, his silver hair slicked back, eyes sharp as ever. The door opened without a knock. Francesca stepped in, long dark hair cascading over a red silk dress that hugged every curve, lips painted blood-red, heels clicking like gunfire on the marble floor. She was Mr. Blackwood’s mistress of three years, the secret kept tucked away from Georgia and the perfect family facade. But she was so much more than that. She was Salvador’s weapon.

"I think if anyone's going to get hurt, it'll be me. But I'd never hurt Abby, intentional or otherwise. No matter what happens between us, I'll always be good to her." Taren nodded, satisfied. "Well, then. How about a cookie?" He lifted a sugar cookie off the plate and held it up. "I hear that Mrs. Claus makes them special for Christmas Cove." Kiki laughed as she took a chocolate chip cookie. "I'd bet she does." She took a bite, chewed, and swallowed. "Um- this is good! I mean, really good." Taren took a bite and the sugar cookie practically melted in his mouth. "Delicious," he said between bites and then took a sip of his hot cocoa to wash it down. "I could make a meal just out of these."

Every evening: his massive frame curled around mine on the furs, claws retracted, voice low and rumbling stories of ancient northern wars until my eyelids grew heavy and the nightmares stayed away. He never once asked for anything in return. Not gratitude. Not submission. Not even the title he’d once offered like a crown forged in hellfire. And right now, feeling good—actually good, the kind of good that settles warm in your chest instead of clawing at your throat—I didn’t know what to do for him. So I decided to make him heartwarming cookies. Nothing fancy. Just simple vanilla dough, brown sugar, chunks of dark chocolate that would melt into gooey pockets—the way my mother used to when I ca

Edward remembered that Sasha didn't hate strawberries. He thought for a moment and asked the clerk again, "Do you have any low-sweetness snacks in your store?" "The baking ingredients we use in our store are 70 percent black chocolate, absolutely no cocoa butter substitutes, and there are tastings here for you to try." The tasting cake was divided, only the size of a coin, and was handed over by the clerk girl on a toothpick. Edward took the toothpick, pulled the mask down slightly, and quickly put the cake into his mouth.

It made sense given how cranky all these people would be without good coffee. “Everything is on the house today, so get whatever you would like,” Diego told us. He just had to go and say that because now I wanted one of everything. The aromas were damn near orgasmic, so I could only imagine how good everything would taste. I ordered a large white chocolate mocha and blackberry scone. I might have to sneak back down here later depending on how easy it would be to sneak out. I could get Kade to darken the room so they would not see me. Then they would know it was me unless I enlisted the help of others.

“Please pardon me, Calla. Would you please elaborate on the ingredients you used to make this cake?” Calla grins at her instantly definitely happy that one of us was paying attention to the detailed ingredients. “Certainly, sweetie! To give it that warm, cozy flavor, we use ginger, cinnamon, nutmeg, and allspice. Additionally, we added a premium combination of Colombian coffee and deep, dark chocolate to make the mocha buttercream. Honestly, it’s a match made in cake heaven.”